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she gazed across the sea of greento the place where she had comewhere was she going?what did she think she was doing?there were no answers for her on this sidebutwhat she didn't know was what she had been seekingwas all around herwithin hershe only needed to openher heartto seego off the beaten pathhe saidgo beyond your wildest dreamshe saidwhat he didn't say wasthat this wouldbe the hardest journey of herlifeshe would not have a mapshe would not have a guideshe would be alone with only her wits and her strengthwhat she didn't know was thatshe loved thisshe knew just where she was goingshe didn't need anyone to tell her what to doshe just did itby her wits and her strengthand then she realized that the truejourneywas not on that pathnor across that bridgebut the journey was withinfor all that she was seekingit was there all the time

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She was searching for the clarity that she owned as a child. What was the future has now come to be her reality. From her vantage point, she could not see what the future held for her. With the prompting of her trusted companion, she stepped off the treadmill away from the confusion and the "only 19.95 but wait there is more..." existence her adult life had given her and found her own reality. A reality that truly belongs to her and her alone. The bridge has begun to come into focus and with her companion following behind her directing her path, she will shortly cross it to see the crystal clear point on the horizon and follow her dreams.

Comment: The depth of field in this image is striking. A photo with such emphasis on the distant horizon made if very easy to add a narrative. This is truly a image that begs for a story.

Emily was only looking for a little solitude. A place to think things through. Finally get some quiet time to make some decisions.

She could see the place she wanted just beyond the bridge, but she looked as if she was having second thoughts. Perhaps those childhood stories about trolls living under bridges was lurking in her subconscious.

She apparently fought off her misgivings and moved slowly forward, unaware of who was in fact positioned beneath this bridge.

The sky will open upThe barriers cease,When the heavens revealThe expanse of their secrets.The unwary traveller, Lost in thoughts, lost in timeUnexpectedlyFinds herselfMarooned in the freedomOf her own intentions.

She was searching for some peace; that place where love was enough. That place where knowing you were loved was enough to carry you into being a loving, responsible adult. Oh the weight of hindsight! She could scream with the unfairness of it, the guilt of it. But she can't go back, can't undo the times she was too busy, the times when it was just faster and easier to do things herself, the times when she wasn't paying attention. You can't undo the past.They don't listen now. They're too old. They know too much. Start them young. Teach them about earning what they have. Teach them to help others. Volunteer with them. Teach them that their self-esteem does not depend on others' view of them but by the value they see and create in themselves.

She was searching for a means to make it through the haze of her outer being into the clarity of her Self. She sensed it was there. Could feel its pulse. And hungered for the tranquility it would provide.

Her soul longed to be unfettered from its self-applied constraints, which clung to her like a heavy cloak. She needed to: be nourished by the caress of a gentle breeze, be tickled by the long blades of the sweet summer grasses that absentmindedly brushed against her ankles and waltz with the shadows cast by the windswept clouds as they danced their way across the sky.

She stood looking out over the horizon. She has always loved the way the earth met the sky here. The land she roamed as a child is always where she comes to clear her mind. She is searching today. Searching for herself. She stands smiling out at the distance. She sees the young girl she was running there ahead of her. The young girl had such fire. Such spirit and faith. She laughs out loud to herself as she remembers. She just might find herself again today.

She was searching for PEACE. With all of her worries, she needed a place to be alone with herself and get away of everybody else. A place to be herself. There, she won't need to pretend she doesn't care about little things that make us all happy.

she gazed across the sea of greento the place where she had comewhere was she going?what did she think she was doing?there were no answers for her on this sidebut what she didn't know was what she had been seekingwas all around herwithin hershe only needed to openher heartto seego off the beaten path he saidgo beyond your wildest dreamshe saidwhat he didn't say wasthat this wouldbe the hardest journey of herlifeshe would not have a mapshe would not have a guideshe would be alone with only her wits and her strengthwhat she didn't know was thatshe loved thisshe knew just where she was goingshe didn't need anyone to tell her what to doshe just did itby her wits and her strengthand then she realized that the truejourneywas not on that pathnor across that bridgebut the journey was withinfor all that she was seekingit was there all the time

Thanks Laura Jayne for the honor! I think that since this actually poured out of my heart within five minutes that I may need to take this advice to heart...Enjoy the day!ErinTesoriTrovatiJewelryhttp://treasures-found.blogspot.com

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